Swordsman Without a Name

Eyebrow Eyebrow Eyebrow Rajawali

The atmosphere was silent for a moment. Only a breeze could be heard softly blowing on the body of the Nameless Swordsman.

The great battle against the five figures of the Tiger King Village was over. He only hoped that no other figures would block his path.

Naas, just now that Cakra Buana had turned her body, a person she did not know had stood exactly five steps away from her.

Who is that guy? When and in what way was the person present?

As a swordsman aligned with a top-class figure, of course the Nameless Swordsman's ability in terms of detecting enemies need not be doubted. Anyone recognizes his ability in this matter.

But why is he currently unable to detect the person?

The person before him was now old. His age may be in the six or seventy years. His pair of eyebrows were thick like cleaver. The eyebrows were white, as were his hair, mustache and beard.

His posture was small height, his eyes were sunken and his nose was raised. The man's eyes looked hard at him, just like an eagle looking for manhsa. His mouth gave a mocking smile to the Nameless Swordsman.

He was wearing dark green clothes with a green headband anyway. On his back was an heirloom sword in black sheath. On the outside alone, anyone can confirm that the sword is a top-class heirloom.

"A very good move" said the old man.

"Good indeed,"

"My whole life, only now do I see a young man as capable as you are" he said sincerely.

The Nameless Swordsman has very often received such praise. Almost everyone who meets him first, usually they always say the same thing.

If someone else gets the compliment, maybe they will feel very happy and proud. Unfortunately the one who got the praise was a young man named Cakra Buana.

When he receives a compliment, he is never too happy and proud. The young man was always ordinary. Because behind someone's praise, he already understood there must be a purpose in itself.

"Thank you,"

That was the only word that came out of his mouth.

His eyes were still looking in full search. Although his body seemed calm, he was prepared for any eventuality that could happen at any time.

"These nights are here, what are young people really looking for?" tanyanya still tried to smile.

"When you know what to ask again?" ask Cakra Buana.

His voice is getting cold. His face is like that too. He is the kind of person who doesn't like to pretend. Cakra Buana hated if there was such a person as the old man before him at this moment.

"Hemmm, haughty young man,"

"Who are you really?" tanya Cakra Buana ignored the words of the old man.

"The Eye of Rajawali's Shabbiness," the old man replied in a cold tone. Cold as ice. In his words there is also a proud tone.

He was proud of his nickname. Everyone who knows who the nickname is, usually they will feel cheerful or at least will be surprised a little.

But that doesn't apply to the moment. The young man nicknamed the Nameless Swordsman did not see any jerj, nor was he surprised. Not in the least.

"Oh, apparently you,"

Only those words came out of his mouth.

The Eyebrow Golok Rajawali Eye immediately looked annoyed at once. His anger went up to the crown. His eyes looked much colder than before.

"You know who I am?" tanyanya.

"In today's martial world, who does not know and has never heard the nickname the Eyebrow Eyebrow Eyebrow Rajawali?"

"Why should I be surprised? Don't you still eat rice? If so, why should I be afraid?" asked the Nameless Swordsman while smiling mockingly.

"I was still eating rice. It just so happens that right now I feel hungry, but it seems like I don't want to eat rice right now,"

"What do you want to eat?"

"Eat your headstone …"

Yush!!!

Without saying much more, the Eyebrow Blocks Rajawali Eye immediately hunted forward to attack the Nameless Swordsman.

The black-gloved sharp sword that was on his back was instantly unleashed at an extremely lightning speed. The way to escape the sword, no one will see because it is so fast.

A deadly stab was instantly launched at that very instant. The old man was a swordsman, his ability in playing sharp weapons was already recognized by everyone.

All this time, he rarely found a match. Just enough to fight for thirty moves, usually the Eyebrow Eyebrow Eyebrow Rajawali can kill his enemy. Caring for the enemy is old or young, in dozens of ways, the person will surely be able to fall on the tip of his sword.

Can he now do the same?

The stab of death had almost arrived before the eyes of Cakra Buana. Only two fingers remain. Right now was the most decisive moment whether he could kill the young man directly or not.

The branch!!!

His sword suddenly bounced upwards. Almost the heirloom weapon was thrown, fortunately he held the sword hilt very tightly. If not, he may be unarmed.

What the hell's been going on? When did the young man get his sword out?

Eyebrow Eyebrow Eyebrows Rajawali confusion half dead. He did not see when the young man moved. Unexpectedly, it turned out that he had currently found a comparable opponent.

The Dragon Sword and Tiger were already tightly grasped and were in front of his eyes. Cakra Buana just smiled coldly. He didn't say a word.

Yush!!!

A powerful stab was instantly launched by the Nameless Swordsman. The red light flashed like a tiger lunging at a prey. The first attack was a deadly attack.

If it did not move immediately, it was not impossible that his life would have been lost at that very instant.

Eyebrow Eyebrow Eyebrow Rajawali is not a warrior class teri, after knowing how powerful and powerful the attack of the young man, he immediately moved at that moment.

His body soared upwards and then salted several times while threatening to use his feet. The sharp sword he had always relied on gave a slash and a stab that was no less formidable.

As soon as his foot had already stepped onto the ground, he again slid forward. The stash he had always used to cast a fight had been issued.

The Life-Piercing Sword Force was drawn to fiercely lunge the Nameless Swordsman.

This technique relies on speed. So fast that the opponent would not see the slide of the sword, the opponent could only see the greatness of the silver rays shooting towards him.

All this time, the Swordsmanship of Attracted Life-Piercing had never experienced failure. Every time he launched that style, it would definitely succeed.

Sure.

Yush!!! Srett!!!

After fighting a few dozen moves later, the sound of rags ripping sounded quite loud. Both sides must have heard that voice.

Blood spurted out like a red blur that enveloped the universe.